The Money Makers

Daytime hours, the pressure's up.

Money, money, money.

Make enough to make it last

And then be free to choose.

When evening comes the lights go dim.

The money makers sleep.

To rise again and make their way

And collect or hell to pay.

Between wake and sleep

Between pay and paid

Lies choice, hope and peace.

Some things come and some things go

And some you get to keep.